09 JAN 87

What is this thing we call love?

That makes grown men remember their childhood.

Is it good or is it bad?

I don't know,

But, it seems to make my mother sad.

One sister seems to want to avoid it,

Another doesn't seem to enjoy it,

Still another is too young to know.

What is love? I won't ask again,

For it seems to me an unanswerable thing.

CALDER WOLFE